Muse in the Morning
State of the Onion XVIII
Speaking of ethics and morals…we were doing that, yes?…here’s a poem that was written in a most serious mood about an interaction I had with someone who believed that the Bible was the source of all goodness in the world. But I suppose it doesn’t have to be that precisely directed. The graphic is my effort at a stylized yin/yang.
Not Quite Balanced
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Lately the Muse has been ending with
I hope you have something you would like us to see, hear, or read. You’ll find an appreciative audience, although the responses may appear slowly. The sun is rising across the land.
Good morning. And be excellent to one another.
Well, it’s not such a good morning. In fact, it’s late on a rather bad night, actually. I’m sorry I’ve been so self-obsessed to not notice that I’ve been wrong about my place in this community. I’m sorry that I mentioned my life outside of this blog, which I’m apparently supposed to leave at the door, because it is only this place that matters. All that other stuff is just personal baggage, I’m told. I apologize to all of you who think I’m a liar and have called me one in the past few days. As for someone thinking I’m on a power trip, I haven’t got a clue how you think changing sex is done for power trip purposes, but I’ll apologize for that as well, even if I don’t understand it. After all, other people probably know better than me what my motivations are. Clearly I’m just self-deceived by my own self-obsessed observations and should have kept my damned mouth shut so that everybody else’s world would not be tainted with my perceptions. And I’m sorry that I pointed out that it just isn’t true that “We are one” and that no amount of pretending is going to make it so.
I should have just played the happy clown.
So one more time, I’m taking the hint that I’ve overstayed my welcome and it’s time for me to leave. I appreciate those who have been supportive. I’d like to say that’s more of you than have not been, but that would indeed be a lie. Even some of the people I did think were friends apparently can only extend that so far and no further.
I know I am supposed to be strong and brave and above all this crap. But I’m not. Words hurt. Having my words so rapidly dismissed that they didn’t even appear to be read hurts. And making my essay from yesterday a discussion about me hurts, because that was not why it was written. And if I can’t get that point across to you, I don’t belong here.
A few days from now, maybe I’ll find something else to do. It feels strange to not have a deadline anymore.
I should probably have adhered to the wisdom:
But after nearly a year here, I did want to say goodbye. And probably shed some tears.
Not quite balanced indeed. But I will keep searching.